Presentation on theme: "Dream is defined in Webster's Dictionary as a sequence of sensation, images, thoughts, etc., passing through a sleeping person's mind and has been a topic."— Presentation transcript:
Dream is defined in Webster's Dictionary as a sequence of sensation, images, thoughts, etc., passing through a sleeping person's mind and has been a topic of study dating back to 4000 B.C. One may say that dreams have been around as long as the first civilization and are just a normal part of human existence.
In our dreams, we can go anywhere, we can be anybody, and we can do anything. On occasion, when we dream, we are mere passengers, unable to control our actions and surroundings. Sometimes, dreams can be understood in the context of repressed thoughts. Dreaming serves as an outlet for those thoughts and impulses that we repress during the day.
When we go to sleep at night and slip into our dream state, we feel liberated and behave and act in a manner that we do not allow ourselves in our waking life. J. B. Priestley, a British essayist, novelist, and playwright, once wrote an essay about his experience with dreams. Here's what he said: Now and again I have had horrible dreams but not enough of them to make me lose my delight in dreams.
To begin with, I like the idea of dreaming, of going to bed and lying still and then, by some queer magic, wandering into another kind of existence. As a child I could never understand why grown-ups took dreaming so calmly when they could make such a fuss about any holiday. This still puzzles me. I am mystified by people who say they never dream and appear to have no interest in the subject.
It is much more astonishing than they never went out for a walk. Most peopleor at least most Western Europeansdo not seem to accept dreaming as part of their lives. They appear to see it as an irritating little habit, like sneezing or yawning. I have never understood this.
My dream life does not seem as important as my waking life, if only because there is far less of it, but to me it is important. As if there were at least two extra continents added to the world, and lightning excursions running to them at any moment between midnight and breakfast.
Then again, the dream life, though queer and bewildering and unsatisfactory in many respects, has its own advantages. The dead are there, smiling and talking. The past is there, sometimes all broken and confused but occasionally as fresh as a daisy. And perhaps, as Mr. Dunne tells us, the future is there too, winking at us.
This dream life is often overshadowed by huge mysterious anxieties, with luggage that cannot be packed and trains that refuse to be caught; and both persons and scenes there are not as dependable and solid as they are in waking life, so that Brown and Smith merge into one person while Robinson splits into two, …
… and there are thick woods outside the bathroom door and the dining room is somehow part of a theater balcony; and there are moments of desolation or terror in the dream world that are worse than anything we have known under the sun.
Yet this other life has its interests, its gaieties, its satisfactions, and, at certain rare intervals, a serene glow or a sudden ecstasy, like glimpses of another form of existence altogether, that we cannot match with open eyes.
Daft or wise, terrible or exquisite, it is a further helping of experience, a bonus after dark, another slice of life cut differently, for which, it seems to me, we are never sufficiently grateful. Only a dream! Why only? It was there, and you had it. If there were dreams to sell, Beddoes inquires, what would you buy? I cannot say offhand, but certainly rather more than I could afford.